Professor Ball repeated. "And that is, I take it, under- standable. An honest manóand Mr. Sorrell is an honest and worthy manówouldn't readily grasp such perfidy." "My God I" Mr. Munn said, "I oughter have let them hang the bastard/1 He drained his glass, looked into it as though to verify the fact that it was empty, and then struck it twice sharply on the table. A negro man entered from the hall, and Mr. Munn pointed at the glass. "Won't you take one this time, Professor?" he asked Mr. Ball. " I have never found the indulgence necessary," Professor Ball answered, " but thank you." Mr. Munn looked inquiringly at Mr. Sills. " Not another one," Mr. Sills said, shaking his head, " not in this heat. I don't see how you do it. And it this hot" " There's worse things than being hot, I guess," Mr. Munn rejoined. " But Trevelyan," Professor Ball saidó" to return, gentle- men, to the matter of Trevelyan." " I oughter have let them hang him," Mr. Munn repeated meditatively. The negro came back with the drink. " It would've been convenient, all right," Mr. Sills said. "No," Professor Ball replied; "it would have been con- venient, as matters have developed, but it wouldn't have been right. Mr. Munn was serving the cause of justice. And not for hire. For the love of justice, than which there is no nobler sentiment in the human breast." " I was a sucker," Mr. Munn said, with a trace of bitterness, " and this is what we get" "No," Professor Ball rejoined; "justice is justice. You should have no regret*" "As a matter of fact-----" Mr. Sills remarked, then coughed dryly, deprecatorily, while both of the other men looked at him. "Yes?" Mr, Munn said. " As a matter of fact, I've wondered about that fellow Tre- velyan. Before this came up. Maybe he was guilty,"